Alessia
We walk in silence through downtown toward South 9th Street. I’ve been to the restaurant countless times and knew Antonio lived above it, but I’ve never been inside his apartment. My mind races with questions—what will it reveal about him? Will it feel like the person I know, or something entirely different? As we step through the door, I’m caught off guard by how personal the space feels.
The sophistication of the apartment surprises me. It’s open, bathed in natural light that reflects off the rich, dark wood floors, creating a striking contrast with the soft, neutral tones of the walls. The sleek, modern furniture exudes masculine elegance, yet the plush pillows and cozy area rugs add a warmth that makes it feel like a home. Everything is in its place, neat and orderly, but lived in.
“I’m surprised,” I admit, glancing around. “It’s nothing like I pictured.”
Antonio chuckles, his eyes softening. “I have to give all the credit to Cecilia. She refused to let me live in a place that looked like a college dorm room.” He laughs, a rare sound, filled with warmth as he speaks of his sister. “When she puts her mind to something, she’s unstoppable. Kind of like someone else I know,” he adds with a smirk.
He leads me to the end of a hallway, his hand resting on the doorknob. There’s a momentary pause as he looks back at me with a small smile before opening the door and stepping inside. This room is starkly different from the rest of the apartment—minimalist and bare. A simple dresser, a small bedside table, and a bed. The walls are a deep, somber gray.
Antonio moves to the closet, reaching up to pull down a box from the top shelf. It’s labeled ’s Photography in thick, black marker. He sets it down on the bed and opens it, revealing neatly stacked photos. My breath catches as I lean in to look. These are the images I’ve taken over the years, but now, seeing them here, they feel different—more personal.
“This is more than just a collection,” I whisper, running my fingers over the edges of the photos. “It’s like you’ve kept a part of me with you all this time.”
He steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his breath warm against my neck. “Even before I knew they were yours, I felt a connection to these photos,” he murmurs. “One I couldn’t ignore.”
This isn’t simply about the photos—it’s about the connection that kept us tethered even when we were forced to be apart.
“Back in high school, when you stopped speaking to me, I thought you got bored,” I say, my throat tightening with emotion. “I assumed you were like all the other men in this world.”
Antonio’s expression deepens, his gaze never leaving mine. “It was never like that. Things were complicated, beyond either of our control. As much as it killed me, I had no choice but to stay away.” He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch tender. “But I could never be bored with you. You’re all I ever wanted.”
“Show me,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
He captures my lips in a searing kiss, pulling me closer as everything else fades away. His hands move over my body, each touch igniting something deep inside me. I cling to him, feeling the urgency in his movements, the raw desire between us impossible to deny.
My hands slide down his chest, savoring the hard planes of muscle beneath my fingers. As I reach the waistband of his pants, I slowly sink to my knees, looking up at him as I undo them.
“,” he breathes, his voice thick with need.
“I’ve never done this before,” I confess. “But I want to try.”
Desire flares in his eyes, dark and intense. “I should be the one worshipping you,” he growls, his voice low and strained. “But fuck, I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around me.”
Tentatively, I take him in my hand, stroking gently before pressing my lips to the velvety tip of his cock. The way his breath hitches sends a thrill through me.
“You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” Antonio rasps, his voice thick with arousal.
Antonio’s reaction is immediate, a deep groan escaping him as his fingers thread through my hair, guiding me with a gentle pressure as I take more of him into my mouth. Tears spill from my eyes.
He pulls back quickly. “Shit, I’m sorry. I should never have?—”
My hands snake around his ass pulling him toward me as I swallow his length again. This time controlling my breathing as I work his length in and out of my mouth. The salty taste of his arousal intensifies my desire. His sharp intake of breath each time I explore a little further reassures me that that I’m doing the right thing. Knowing I’m the one bringing him pleasure is a powerful feeling.
His whispered encouragements, laced with deep, husky notes, become my guide. I’m attuned to every shift, every shudder. As my confidence grows, I cup his balls while I take him deeper sucking before I slowly release him letting my tongue swirl around his piercings.
“Fuck , I can’t help it,” he rasps as he threads his fingers through my hair wrapping it around his hand.
Looking up, I nod giving him permission. His hips begin to buck as I squeeze his sac with my palm before releasing it and allowing my fingers to explore the space between his balls and ass.
“Not going to last,” he grits through clenched teeth. He tries to pull away, but I shake my head and continue to suck him deep working my lips and tongue over ever hard inch.
I pull back slightly, teasing him with my tongue before taking him deeper, my hands exploring every part of him. His breathing grows ragged, his control slipping.
His eyes, dark with arousal, never leave mine, holding a silent conversation and deepening our connection.
Antonio’s grip on my hair tightens. “,” he breathes my name on an exhale, followed by a low, guttural moan as he spills into my mouth. “I don’t deserve you, tesoro ,” he says, his voice filled with awe.
“That was incredible,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips. “But now it’s my turn.”
Before I can respond, he guides me over him. His hands grip my hips as he urges me to straddle his face. “I want to taste you,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
“Antonio, I?—”
His hands grip my hips, guiding me up until I’m straddling him, my core hovering just above his mouth. With his arms hooked under my thighs, he holds me firmly in place, his tongue plunging into me, making my body jolt with surprise.
“Oh my god,” I murmur.
His mouth clamps around my clit sucking it into his mouth causing my head to fall back on an exhale.
Antonio continues teasing me, licking and probing, devouring me with kisses. His hands roam over my body. One follows the curve of my hip while the other works its way to my breast.
I arch my back, pressing myself against his tongue, biting my lip to stifle my whimpers.
He stops momentarily. “Don’t hold back, tesoro. I want to hear every fucking sound.” His voice holds an edge of dominance which only adds fuel to the fire burning inside me.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg.
The words are barely out of my mouth when he thrusts his tongue inside me, drawing a scream from my lips. His thumb finds my clit rubbing it in small circles.
His touch drives me to the edge, and when I finally come, a cry escapes. The release is overwhelming, but Antonio’s arms are around me, steadying me as I collapse against him.
The warmth of his embrace cocoons me, allowing the tears to flow freely. They're tears of release, of fear and pent-up feelings that had no outlet until now, mingling with the profound relief that comes from being cared for so deeply.
As I settle against him, my breathing slows into a steady, peaceful rhythm. Antonio’s hand strokes my back, each touch gentle and reassuring.
In this quiet space, a profound connection deepens between us, binding us in ways that feel more powerful than I’d ever thought possible. It’s a union not only of bodies but of hearts, of souls.
I lift my head and brush my lips softly against his. With careful, tender movements, he rolls me onto my back and positions himself over me. Slowly, he slides inside me, making love to me with unhurried, intimate strokes.
He moves with a deliberateness that tells me he’s as consumed by this moment as I am. Antonio’s eyes never leave mine, conveying love and a fierce protectiveness that makes my heart swell. Beneath him, I feel worshipped and adored
When we finally climax, each pulse feels like an unspoken vow, our bodies speaking truths our voices never could.
We lie entwined, lost in the quiet aftermath. In this moment, I feel the depth of our bond. It’s not just physical it’s a connection rooted in something far deeper, something neither of us can deny.